June 22, 2010
Burton Taylor Studio, 21-22 June 2010Come, join me my droogies and together we shall descend into a world of blood, savagery and ultra violence. A Clockwork Orange does not make easy watching, but for those with the bottle for it a feast of fine acting and the darkest of humour awaits.
A Clockwork Orange is very, very nasty. It revels in it. Every one of the characters is a nasty piece of work, especially Alex, our main character. He is not only very nasty, but is also a completely miserable wretch and a perfect vessel for suffering. So yes, come spend an hour in his company why don’t you! I’m sure it will be delightful.
Right, now that we have filtered out the faint of heart we can get down to the details. I thought that this performance was a very good one. The dirty and degraded feeling of the film (I’ve not read the book, to my shame) was distilled admirably into this short piece of theatre, with special mention having to go to Robinson, playing Alex, and Passe and Ritcherdson, playing his fellow gangmates. All managed to keep up their revolting characters with a constant stream of small ticks and mannerisms that hinted at their instability, even when they were not busy hurting and raping everything.
The language of Nadsat (a strange hybrid of English, cocky rhyming slang and Russian) was delivered naturally and with no hesitation, and interestingly, lines seemed to lend themselves to an almost Shakespearian delivery. I wasn’t sure if that was intentional or not, but it added quite a nice pretentious twist to our villainous characters. The only flaws in the performance were a few of the ‘normal’ lines that were somewhat wooden, but since the majority of the play was spent in very convincing depictions of suffering and being generally horrid to one another this was hardly a problem at all.